Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Aug 15, 2016 13:23:08 GMT -8
The gate to the castle is guarded by men on either side of the gate and on the wall of the castle. The gate is open during the day and closed at night, only opening for those with clearance.
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Ashur Steele
Established
Wandering Assassin
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 19
Physical Description: Like a shadow from a light he appears, tall and muscular standing at 6'5", hair like snow with a gaze just as cold. His face was a curious feature about him, his pale skin seemed almost perfect, except for a large scar traveling up the right side of his neck and onto his chin. However, his most eye-catching feature, ironically, was his eyes. A vibrant crimson, pupils slit like a beast. His calm stare was perhaps the most unsettling part about him. The way that the power of this being was sealed behind a calm demeanor was bone chilling. His impressive frame gave off the impression of a warrior, his body having being toned to perfection after years of battle, despite his young age.
Clothes and Equipment: The armor he wears has a somewhat eastern design, mostly black and on his hip is a sheathed katana. The handle was an ornate decoration, a masters work. Hidden away in the secret compartments of his armor is a large array of smoke bombs, kunai, throwing needles, and paper bombs.
In his pack, he always keeps: several days worth of rations, four canteens of water, basic medical supplies, an old pipe from his long gone master, and a pan flute that he occasionally plays.
Registered: Aug 27, 2016 10:15:28 GMT -8
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Post by Ashur Steele on Aug 30, 2016 19:26:06 GMT -8
On the road to the castle gate, a lone figure walks. His body is covered in a ragged, black cloak and when he approaches the guards, he speaks, "I seek entrance into your little town." His voice is cold, sending chills down the soldiers spines. The mans face was hidden by the cloak, but they could feel his eyes on them.
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Aug 30, 2016 19:30:21 GMT -8
Who's this guy? He's kinda creepy... One of the guards thinks to himself. "Eh? Oh, sorry, who would you be? What's your reason for coming to the castle?"
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Ashur Steele
Established
Wandering Assassin
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 19
Physical Description: Like a shadow from a light he appears, tall and muscular standing at 6'5", hair like snow with a gaze just as cold. His face was a curious feature about him, his pale skin seemed almost perfect, except for a large scar traveling up the right side of his neck and onto his chin. However, his most eye-catching feature, ironically, was his eyes. A vibrant crimson, pupils slit like a beast. His calm stare was perhaps the most unsettling part about him. The way that the power of this being was sealed behind a calm demeanor was bone chilling. His impressive frame gave off the impression of a warrior, his body having being toned to perfection after years of battle, despite his young age.
Clothes and Equipment: The armor he wears has a somewhat eastern design, mostly black and on his hip is a sheathed katana. The handle was an ornate decoration, a masters work. Hidden away in the secret compartments of his armor is a large array of smoke bombs, kunai, throwing needles, and paper bombs.
In his pack, he always keeps: several days worth of rations, four canteens of water, basic medical supplies, an old pipe from his long gone master, and a pan flute that he occasionally plays.
Registered: Aug 27, 2016 10:15:28 GMT -8
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Post by Ashur Steele on Aug 30, 2016 19:34:09 GMT -8
"Who I am does not concern you, noble guard. I just seek to talk to your leader about some business." He says as he turns his head to look at the guard that spoke to him. The guard only saw glowing crimson eyes in the hood, the mysterious figure's face hidden by shadows.
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Aug 30, 2016 19:40:48 GMT -8
Tch... this guy rubs me the wrong way. "Fine, fine, go on through, no funny business though. Oi! Open the gate a sliver!"
The guard yells up to the guy watching from the wall who gets the gate open enough for a person to pass through. The other guard would speak to the mystery man, "Just go straight on through the camp inside to the interior of the castle, if you can't find our lord you can definitely find his steward in the keep." <access granted>
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Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Sept 9, 2016 11:48:33 GMT -8
"Hey guarads, may you let me out of this castle please
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Sept 9, 2016 11:51:42 GMT -8
"Yeah man." The soldier signaled for the gate to open. "Take care."
<From now on Asthor no longer has to wait to be let through, unless a lockdown happens.>
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Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Sept 10, 2016 10:35:26 GMT -8
As Asthor is let back through the gate, for the second time in his life he surveys his surrounding with a look of interest on his face. Of course, Asthor thought, there must be something I'm needed for. As he looks around and finally takes in his surroundings he sees that the guards are all doing their jobs. Quickly, Asthor runs up to an important looking one and asks," May you take me to your leader?"
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Sept 10, 2016 11:10:51 GMT -8
As Asthor is let back through the gate, for the second time in his life he surveys his surrounding with a look of interest on his face. Of course, Asthor thought, there must be something I'm needed for. As he looks around and finally takes in his surroundings he sees that the guards are all doing their jobs. Quickly, Asthor runs up to an important looking one and asks," May you take me to your leader?" It's a bit of a wait as Shintaro is in a meeting. But once it is over, the guards bring Asthor to Lord Nishida. ((I already posted there, didn't see this one))
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Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Sept 15, 2016 12:38:27 GMT -8
Asthor shows up at the gate unexpectedly nearly 2 months after he left due to slowness. The other guards in his group are there to. Once let through the gate Asthor asked one of the guards to leave him to the warlord himself.
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Orocles
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 28
Physical Description: Athletically-built warrior with fair skin, short brown hair, and dark blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Orocles wears an outdated bronze helmet with a t-shaped visor and a blue horse-hair crest on top. He also wears a bronze chestplate and shinguards, which have both been colored silver. He has a blue cape draped over his back and a white covering around his waist.
For weapons he carries a xiphos, a bronze shield, and javelins.
Registered: Sept 10, 2016 13:47:01 GMT -8
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Post by Orocles on Sept 19, 2016 15:36:37 GMT -8
As his people, the Thacians, set up their settlement outside of Itami-cho, Orocles rode up to the castle with his silver-volored bronze helmet and light blue cape. It was custom in his land for a man to carry weapons, and so he carried his xiphos on his waist and a pelte shield attached to his back. He came upon the entrance of the castle and bowed slightly. "I am Orocles. I was told to speak to your leader... may I proceed?"
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Sept 19, 2016 16:03:11 GMT -8
"Who's this guy?" "Never seen him before. "Hush, he's here." "Hello!" One of the guards comes over to receive Orocles. "Orocles huh? Well the thing is—" The Guard was interrupted as Exim Kun arrived, "Greetings, I am Exim Kun, Lord Nishida's steward. Our lord is out currently, personally surveying some land. Please come in though, he will be back soon." Exim Kun would lead Orocles into the castle to the meeting room. <To Itami Castle Interior>
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Sept 20, 2016 12:16:46 GMT -8
Animals' groans would be heard as the Guardians of Gaia and their escorts approached the castle wall. The fair elf druid leading the Guardians would approach the lead guard. "Hail! We've received permission to speak with Asthor Sneak, your diplomatic relations person. We represent the Land-Tiller's Expanse, specifically an organization known as the Guardians of Gaia. We wish to help your people produce more efficient farms and become prosperous while also living in harmony with the venerable earth and its creations."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Sept 20, 2016 12:18:54 GMT -8
"Uh, that and establish positive diplomatic and economic relations!" Jun chimed in. She rolled her eyes and whispered harshly to the druid, "They don't need to know our life story. If we're at the gate then they know we have permission to speak to Asthor. We just need to know where he is." She then turned to the guards. "Here's a question. Where is the stable? Can we get permission to leave our animals there?"
Jun was normally kind-hearted and playful by nature. But the Guardians of Gaia were rather zealous and preachy, traits which annoyed her somewhat (ironic, given that her master was a holy dragon).
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Orocles
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 28
Physical Description: Athletically-built warrior with fair skin, short brown hair, and dark blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Orocles wears an outdated bronze helmet with a t-shaped visor and a blue horse-hair crest on top. He also wears a bronze chestplate and shinguards, which have both been colored silver. He has a blue cape draped over his back and a white covering around his waist.
For weapons he carries a xiphos, a bronze shield, and javelins.
Registered: Sept 10, 2016 13:47:01 GMT -8
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Post by Orocles on Sept 20, 2016 13:17:37 GMT -8
Orocles would enter as he was bid.
<exit>
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Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Sept 20, 2016 13:35:27 GMT -8
Arriving at the castle gate in a rather odd form for him self he saw an oddly shaped groups of... Um... He didn't know. Thinking to himself Asthor wondered if Aozora had assembled an army, surely not . He had an oddly ripped up shirt on for he had just came back from chopping a tree down and some ripped up bottoms. Quickly he hid his axe and put on a cloth to cover his body when he realized that these might no be Aozorians.
As Asthor marched forward his mind wandered at the sight of these people. Asthor then thought that he should put the log to the side of the road and his sack which contained a small dagger. He suddenly heard his name as the sun beat down on him. Taking off running Asthor shows up at the castle gate and introduces himself," Ummm... I heard that you are looking for Asthor Sneak, well that's me." His odd choice of clothes had probably made them wonder but he kept on going farther into the castle yard. Quickly he asked a guard for a swift meeting with the warlord to discuss what to do about talking to these people.
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Sept 20, 2016 14:21:41 GMT -8
"Yes, there is a Stable just over there." The Guards then notice Asthor, "Ah, here's our diplomat now. You all may proceed to the meeting hall, our Lord was just meeting with someone, but he's said you all may enter."
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Sept 20, 2016 16:17:49 GMT -8
The Land-Tiller delegation were happy to finally meet Asthor Sneak, although once they saw him they realized that they didn't quite know what to expect. The lead druid nodded. "A pleasure to meet you. We're diplomats and members of the Guardi-"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Sept 20, 2016 16:18:48 GMT -8
Jun somewhat loudly interrupted. "We're from the Land-Tiller's Expanse. We come in peace. We'll explain the rest when we get inside."
She grinned sympathetically, but if she had to listen to the same long-winded introduction more times than was necessary in a single day, she was going to lose what was left of her fractured mind.
Jun and the delegates would all go into the meeting hall.
<Exit>
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 21, 2016 12:47:57 GMT -8
Osma brown horse was outfitted with the leather tooling of the Stag's Horn of her House. Her Mother's house,to be more specific. Just because she was using her mother's carriage and money and name (for the women of Gaiman had long since ran over the men and taken over all the legal offices) did not mean that she had mother's blessing to do so.
What happened a world away wouldn't hurt Mother.
She pulled up outside of the castle gates, already annoyed that she had not be able to take the carriage. Damned caked on mud and bile from traveling across the soggy land...
"Midwife and Herbalist Osma Gaiman," she spoke before the guard could ask her name. Her eyes went to her nails, which were looking kind of grimey. Seems it was too much to ask for a beauty parlor in this start-up kingdom. Nooooo, food, shelter and protection had to come first. And that other important thing. What was it?
Water. That's it.
"I do hope you have wine inside. I have yet to drink the water. Not sure I trust it..."
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